Oh, I tried to tell it slant
but I guess I didn't
tell it slant enough. Like
any of the old fuckers
I thought I was slippery and
ambiguous and ambivalent. Like,
when I truly loved someone
you couldn't tell if I loved them or not.
And when I was a kid and I rode my bike
past Emily's house and-- what-- dreamed
she'd look out of her window or something,
my prepared statement was
that I was going to the In and Out
to buy some bubble gum.
Has this son of a bitch
ever hooked up with anyone ever?
When I went back to school
I had to trudge through
three feet of snow on top of a
dicey freeze ten blocks from the bus
to Cafe Ventana
where the barista and I
always talked straight and without affect
and then my aspect was impassive
as I raised my hand in class
without cease to ask outrageous
and what I thought were brilliant questions
but none of it profited at all because
the damn cabal refused to let me in
because of all my past sins
against the academy.
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